While we are on the subject of poetry...
Many of you will recognise this.
It's the sampler that mum sewed back in 1970 after becoming fascinated with them. There's a line at the bottom that has always meant a lot to me.
Many years ago I asked my mum where it came from. She told me it was part of a "strange little poem" called To His Coy Mistress. The bulk of the poem amused her but was not something she felt a strong connection to, except for that last line. It's always stuck with me too. I won't generally get philosophical or spiritual-minded on all of you, but I would like to leave that line with you to relate to as you will.
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One last note. On Saturday night a few family members will be together here in Ottawa to share a moment in Nancy's honour. If you would like to contribute, please take a moment wherever you are around 8:30pm EDT on Saturday night to toast Nancy.
much love
adam
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